Inside the Forge                                       -      -      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     SW     S      -

The incessant rhythym of hammer to anvil beat at the brain like a war
drum making you a bit tense.  The forges burn hot, heated by dracon breath
and housed in strong metal.  The heat is oppressive to one not accustemed to
it.  You look by forge-light upon the work of the metalsmith casually
displayed in crates nearby.  The skill is beyond compare and looks to be
some of the finest work in all of Vir if not all of Alyria.